A.N. 'Louis' is pronounced the way it is by birth or the French way, Lou-ey. 'Louis' is pronounced the American way, Lou- iss. It is like this in all my fanfictions because Louis is called Louis by James, Katherin, and Rose because it annoys him.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own this, if I did why would you be reading it here?

Kiss and Tell: The KISS part

He found himself hiding behind one of the bookshelves scared to round the corner and talk to her.

James wanted to know what was wrong. Katherin had been huffy lately and she hadn't been much fun either. James peered through two books. One was called Magical Droughts and What Caused the Lack of Aquifers and the other was called Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived. James didn't much care for either of them, but had noticed their titles because he had watched Katherin pace back and forth for the past 15 minutes.

Katherin was by far one of the prettiest witches in their year. James realized that fact back in second year but he would never tell her that. Katherin was one of the only things that could keep him occupied too. He would lay awake at night thinking of ways to prank her the next day and spend hours of class time staring at her hand as she wrote down every boring detail of a lecture.

James looked back up at the girl he was hiding from. Her wavy hair was pushed out of her face by a Gryffindor head band and her tie was untied and dangling from her chest down. James sucked in a breath as she looked over toward the book case he was using as a silent blockade, taking care only to let it out once she had looked away.

Her face wasn't red like when she was angry, but her eyebrows were furrowed in irritation and her bottom lip had disappeared behind a row of teeth biting down on it. James watched her lips moved as her teeth closed around her lip over and over again.

James knew he liked her. James had known this for about a month. He was waiting for the perfect moment to do something about it. That moment would probably never come.

Katherin seemed to be trying to talk with girls more so James figured it was only a matter of time before he was booted out of the picture.

Katherin was pacing again moving so her hair would flip and twirl when her foot would hit the floor heavily. James sniffed in a breath and decided he was going to round the end of the bookcase.

James teetered at the end of the bookcase, a moment of hesitation before continuing. Katherin turned suddenly, she always did that. "What do you want?" Her words were clipped at the end.

"Uh…" James had had this perfect line he was going to say but the mutilation in her eyes drove it right out of his head. "What's wrong?"

He regretted that choice of words right after he said them. "What's wrong? Let's see… my dad is in Azkaban and my grades are in the low nineties, Rose came to me for advice and I have no clue how to help her with it, Grace keeps bugging me about asking out this guy, and my life sucks." She was red and she probably pulled out a handful of hair.

James sat at the counter attached to the bookcase. He gestured for her to sit as well, patting the chair lightly. She sighed and sat down. Her legs brushed against his and James drew in a quick breath. "Life doesn't suck."

"Mine does, I've never wanted to cry so much in my life." She looked down. Her voice was shrilly but her face was genuine. James looked at her; he wasn't sure what to say.

"Well… what did Rose ask you?" James went with something he could try to help with. Katherin's face grew red and she swallowed loud enough for James to hear.

"She asked what it feels like to love your best friend." Katherin watched her shoes like they would do something any moment, but last time she stared at them that long they had done something. Last time she looked at them like that they had started changing colors from blue to green to gold to white, it was James' doing, of course.

"Well, it's probably like how Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione are." James thought about it. He felt himself lick his lips self consciously. "They seem close, I mean they're married but you know, they were close through school too." He swallowed remembering the stories his dad had told him and thinking of how he mirrored his uncle a lot.

Katherin nodded. "Next time I see her I'll tell her."

James nodded back. "Well, what is it that Grace is bugging you about?" Katherin gave him a look as to say 'why are you asking me, you hate me'. "You're no fun to argue with like this." Katherin started growing red and her eyes gave away her irritation. "I take it back." James spluttered quickly. Her eyes died down and her hands unclenched.

Katherin turned to look at the bookshelf then out of nowhere started banging her head on the table. James put his hands out to where her head was repeatedly landing and winced when she didn't stop immediately. "Why'd you do that?"

James looked at her like she was crazy. "I need your brain cells to pass my classes." He said it with the unheard 'Duh' at the end.

Katherin narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to the side like she was assessing the truth in his statement. "Quite right."

James bit back the rude strings of words popping in his head and watched her eyes. They were laughing at him again. He liked it when they were like that; they were lighter and shinier than any other time. He let out a satisfied sigh. "Then will you tell me more in depth facts about your horrible life?" He raised his eyebrows taunting her with a challenging yet joking manner.

"Grace told me I should ask out the guy I like." James coughed a little; the feeling in his gut of a punch was a lot stronger than one of her actually punches. The moment to tell her he liked her inched further and further into the afterlife.

James looked back up at her. "Really, Grace said that?"

Katherin nodded. "Yeah, she thinks that the two of us, me and the guy I like, would make a good couple. She thinks we 'suit' each other. And she thinks that it could get me my first kiss."

James' head popped upright. "You haven't kissed anyone?" His eyebrows had melded into the first row of his hair and his eyes glittered with something unfamiliar even to him.

"If you say anything, or laugh, or anything like that… I will hex you so badly that you will wake up in Dumbledore's tomb." James swallowed and looked down to where her hand was slowly creeping closer to her sock that she kept her wand in.

James looked back up at her. "I won't." He decided to tell her something g else too. "Besides, then you would blab to everyone I've never kissed anyone and I will have to kill Al and Rose because I would have to take out the anger that I couldn't take out on you because of you pro skills at incantations and-"

"-You're rambling." She was a little bit pink in the cheeks and he felt himself change to match her.

He tried to make his face stop growing warm but failed to do so. "Sorry."

Katherin turned to the shelves again. Her bare knees brushing against his cloth covered ones made a shiver travel up his spine. He actually shuddered from it.

He watched as her hand reached up for a book. He quickly smacked it. "We're not done talking yet." His eyebrows pointed down and the bridge of his nose crinkled.

"Oh, yes we are." Her hand jerked toward the book again, she hadn't been up for fighting most of the week so James wasn't about to miss his chance.

His hand grabbed at her wrist, any other time, any time that she hadn't expected it she would've put that scared expression on her face, but James knew she wouldn't mind right now. "No, we're not. Are you going to do anything about this miserable life you're living?"

She turned to him and leaned in to be almost nose to nose with him. Her knees were forced between his legs and he swallowed and looked at her with a stare void of emotion. "What do you suggest I do about my life? I can't break my dad out of prison or get my grades up while I'm worrying."

James de-shelved every fact in his brain and tried to find an answer to her question. "Just go kiss a guy. Put one checkmark on your list."

She looked at him like she had been thrown across the room. She looked dumbfounded. "Are you crazy they might get the wrong idea and besides, to a girl the first kiss is special and they want it with someone they like and important, or at least someone they know pretty well."

She backed away from him, leaning back in her chair. Her hair had escaped her head band so her reached up and threw a ponytail holder into her hair. She had very special ponytail holders, most of the Gryffindor girls liked them, they were gold and red and stuck out like a small explosion, Katherin was the only one that had them though. She let out a long sigh. James took this moment to say something. Though it hurt him he pushed forward an idea that disgusted him, "Why not kiss the guy you like?"

He shrugged his shoulders and watched her reaction from the corner of his eye. "I can't do that, besides he doesn't like me like that. I bet he would hate me if I did that. He would probably never talk to me again. Maybe he wouldn't even talk to me during a class. I mean I realize that he would probably not like me, not only that but he would laugh at me for liking him and-" James grabbed her head and kissed her.

"Shut up." He mumbled into her lips. He hadn't a clue what he was doing, but it was the forward most thing on his mind and it would shut her up. Only after his lips touched hers did he even remotely start to regret the choice. But for the time being he was floating and pushing his lips to meld with hers.